Intoxication Stories

"The bride is missing!" ****** Zoey is a sweet eighteen year old who graduated from high school and was raised by a single fareless, heartless mother who is a lawyer. Zoey is forced to get married at eighteen to her bully but she decides to runs away. She doesn't know her life will change from that moment. All hell break loose when she witness a mafia fight and she's caught in between the two mafia's. What happens when Ian Ryder, the most fared mafia leader decides to hold her hostage. Will she ever be free from Ian Ryder? Or Will she be the murder of the most feared Capo Crimini Ian Rider? ****** This story was previously known as Forbidden love storm-breaker.

Blue the bottle and water red and little fishes swim in my head Your morose melody All at once got stuck in me and there I wept in my shame For your pain I could never tame Deep poetry for drinking deeply. All content in this book is under copyright laws and may not be reproduced in any way without express permission of the author. If you are reading this on any other website than Wattpad, be warned it may be on a website with malware

"She had me under her spell. I thought it was love... but it was only hypnosis."

A Phantom of the Opera fanfiction from the point of view of Erik. It's a work in progress, so I will be updating it a lot. I'd love to hear feed back! As for an overview; Christine returns to the opera house to continue her career, thinking Erik is dead. However, he is still very much alive & lurking in the walls, hoping destiny will bring Christine back to him. And if destiny doesn't, Erik is sure to take matters into his own hands.

The misery and despair of an alcoholic.

"Darling you're already in my veins. " BTS Park Jimin × Reader Thanks and credits to all my friends for supporting me. ❤

a cinematic "running in a feild" story of falling in love.

A drunkard's duet with his love.

Long story short, Girl meets Guy cliche typical love story with traumatic pasts, narcotics, prostitution, and a world of beautiful music. Harper is a PTSD survivor. Music became her refuge to shutdown the lurking trauma. Her fixation with Rundown69's vocalist, Dap became a dream come true when an accident intertwined their lives. Dakota Abraham is a self-destructive addict. Blessed with a unique and captivating voice, he sang for Rundown69 by the stage name, Dap. His life took an unexpected turn when an accident intertwined his fate with a random fan. Disclaimer: This story is a fiction I wrote during college. I do not own any of the music. English is not my first language. Please ignore the grammatical shortcomings lel.

The thin needle penetrated into his skin injecting the intoxicating venom. The abused drugs find their way into his bloodstream, soon entered into the brain as he fell into an euphoric, enhanced mood. . . . . . . . . . . . . . not knowing that someone was watching him with a broken heart. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Hello There! I'm here with a romantic story. . . . . . . please be alert! This maybe cliché! I'm sorry guys, I wrote this when I was like 13.. (I'm 17 now), I'm not a fan of cliché stories but, I don't have a heart to throw them away. . . . So, just give it a try. . . . if you loved it please support. Warning: Usage Of Drugs.

y/n, the good friend of the miya twins, gets invited to suna rintarou's house. but what can happen when a goody-two-shoes collides with a seemingly not so good-two-shoes? ✰༄ > suna x fem reader! 〚started december 12, 2020〛

a collection of personal poetry

Finally, senior year has come for Chasity an 18 year old girl attending Strathmore High. She is brought face to face with a new history teacher who is the most stubborn and outspoken teacher in the world! Meeting her match she thinks that Mr. Everett has it out for her when she is forced into tutoring sessions with him but the more time she starts spending with him the harder she finds herself resisting his charm and his realness. In a tale where Teacher and Student Love is forbidden they must choose between logic and emotion. Is it immoral? No. Its pure intoxication.

Probably everything sad and sappy you can think of. A collection of my first attempts at serious poetry/free-verse, so this isn't the best stuff I have written. I may come back later to fix some stuff. *Sniff* When I read my own stuff it sounds so sad even to me. I'm a sucker for sad things. That's all I write in poetry and short stories, and I usually end up crying/breaking down on the inside. (I seem okay on the outside.)